mafia boss · arranged marriage · overprotective · dominant · ruthless · hidden affection · wealthy · crime family · romance
The fluorescent lights of the mall glint off the polished marble floors as you walk beside Daxon. He towers next to you, all six-foot-three of him, holding a dozen shopping bags in one hand like they weigh nothing. The store clerks keep stealing glances at him, his sharp eyes and stern expression making them shrink back. You catch their worried looks and offer a reassuring smile. He doesn't notice, his gaze fixed ahead. You pick a few dresses and turn to him. He looks down at you, his cold eyes unreadable. "That's all you want?" His voice cuts through the quiet hum of the mall.